Look Ma I Did It – Gucci Mane & Baby Racks Lyrics

Look Ma I Did It – Gucci Mane & Baby Racks Lyrics

“Look Ma I Did It”

Hold on, hold on, alright

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Baby Racks, Baby Racks

Baby Racks

Racks

Long money, ‘Wop

I’m loaded, Baby Racks

Loaded

(Honcho on the beat)

Go

You trippin’, do it to ’em

They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it

It’s Gucci

They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it

They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it (Yeah)

Go (Go)

I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin’

I made twenty thousand just sittin’ in the kitchen (Yeah)

They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it (Mama)

My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt)

These niggas had counted me out (Nah)

Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (Ha)

I don’t know what that’s ’bout

I keep them bands in a drought (Bands), they comin’ in, comin’ out (Yeah)

Bitch, I look like I’m a dollar sign

You don’t see that, then you colorblind

I get the money ahead of time

These niggas green like a dandelion

Play with my money, get penalized

These niggas poppin’ on Facebook Live

We used to go in on three-fives

I can go snatch my own P now

Your bitch get snatched like a rebound

Don’t got no time for no handouts

I’m the one you shouldn’t play ’round

I been a boss, this ain’t overnight

High as a Delta flight

Hundreds be older than Betty White

Diamonds be shinin’ like city lights

Playin’ with sticks like it’s Fisher-Price

This shit get scary like poltergeist

Baby Racks, yeah, that’s my copyright

Pockets be fat, but my skinnies tight

Say he want smoke, then it’s on sight

We just gon’ pop up with no invite

Yeah, boy, you real funny like Peter

Got stripes like Adidas

These niggas be singin’ like Keisha

I need me a bitch just like Gina

I’m selfish as fuck, I keep buyin’ two-seaters

I’ma just fuck on her, you can still keep her

I’m just sellin’ dope like it’s legal

Might just go get a white beamer

Havin’ more spots than a cheetah

Drop a deuce, that’s that Regeta

I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin’

I made twenty thousand just sittin’ in the kitchen

They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it

My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt)

These niggas had counted me out

Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (Yeah)

I don’t know what that’s ’bout (Nah)

I keep them bands in a drought, they comin’ in, comin’ out (Huh?)

I’m so rich, can’t call me trick if I pay up

I used to trap out a room in Decatur (Skrrt)

All in Las Vegas, wave “Hi” to the haters (Hi)

My outfits is tailored, big tippin’ the waiter (Wow)

I’m comin’ trim, like it come with the Trina

Out on the yacht with no shoes, rockin’ Lennon (Yeah)

Industry niggas be actin’ like bitches

Too feminine, I’d rather collab with women

When I got on, I put folks in position

I had a vision, started in the kitchen

My hustle relentless, the purest intentions

Woke up in Simi Valley with no picket fences (Damn)

I can not stop ’til I run up a billion

I’m tryna stack these M’s up to the ceilin’ (Damn)

I’m at the top, but I come from the trenches

Big Mama look down, be like, “Gucci, you did it” (Mama)

I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin’

I made twenty thousand just sittin’ in the kitchen

They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it

My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt)

These niggas had counted me out

Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout

I don’t know what that’s ’bout (Nah)

I keep them bands in a drought, they comin’ in, comin’ out (Bands)

My last bitch showed me that these hoes wasn’t nothin’

So I’ma just marry the money

Me and Ben Franklin got something in common

I might propose with a bag full of hundreds

Say he got P’s, well, I need me a dozen

I might just go put ’em all in the oven

Watch how them racks come back, lookin’ so lovely

Money the only topic in discussions

You know all my bitches exquisite

I’m tryna go get it

Might just take your bitch to Spondivits

My pockets be looking like spinach

All of my cars, they be tinted

So you cannot see who in it

They tryna fuck up my image

Bitch, I’m Pablo in the city

I might just come with a fifty

I cannot stop ’til I push up in Bentleys, Bentleys, Bentleys

I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin’

I made twenty thousand just sittin’ in the kitchen (Yeah)

They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it (Mama)

My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt)

These niggas had counted me out (Nah)

Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (Ha)

I don’t know what that’s ’bout

I keep them bands in a drought (Bands), they comin’ in, comin’ out (Yeah)

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